I martyred my soul for you
Did everything you wanted me too,
For the realisation of a fantasy, a dream,
I should have realised it was not what it seemed,
No reward for an offering
In any sacrifice,
No benevolence in taking life
No divinity can be found
At the end of a knife,
In the end there is nothing right
In the sacrilegious act of harming
Or killing,
This is a misconceived condition,
No God would ever demand of you
The slaughter of the innocent
That’s the truth,
So I know now that path is flawed
There is no justifiable cause,
That leads to bloodshed,
That leads to death,
Just an antiquated belief
Intellectually and spiritually bereft.
fauxcroft 
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